Not all packs are by birth.
After my father is challenged and loses his place as Alpha, leaving my den isn’t a matter of choice, it‘s a matter of life or death. Now I’m marked as “other” and living in the shadows between the human and the shifter world, not belonging in either. It’s a lonely life, but at least I’m still here. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
I’m fine. Really, I am— in the way “fine” is always a lie.
It’s not until I’m out scrapping metal and I stumble upon a wolf, that I see a future.
Only two problems remain : 1) The gorgeous wolf shifter’s stuck in a bear trap and unconscious. 2) My fox recognizes him as ours and rogues can’t mate, upon penalty of death.
